Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 23: IOU

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Your POV

Not guilty. Those words rung around my head as John explained what happened over he phone. Sherlock looks over at me nonchalantly, and walks over to the couch that I was sitting on.

"Sherlock. I... I think I should go." I said, quickly trying to make my way over to the door. He grabs my hand and spins me around rather harshly so I can look into his eyes.

"We both know what's going on." He says, trailing off and loosening his grip on my hand. "I really would rather you stay." He said in that baro-tone voice that he knew I loved.

"H-he's coming..." I said, fear washing over me. I wished I wasn't clever enough to know. The way that Sherlock was looking at me was hint enough, but I knew he was coming over. "What do you expect me to do? Sit and watch?"

"He won't do anything to me if he knows you're watching."

"You and I both know that's not true. What's going on, Sherlock?" I asked, cupping his face in my hands and looking at him firmly, beginning to analyze him.

"Truth..." he said, looking away from me, knowing what I was doing. "I don't want to do it alone." He said, fear clouding his beautiful mint eyes. I nodded and took my hands away from his face.

"Okay." I said, and he looked round at me in surprise. "Okay." I repeated myself. "I'll get the tea then." I said, Sherlock released his hand from my wrist and he kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you." He whispered, and walked away, going to his bedroom to get changed.

I start to make the tea and put out a jug of milk, sugar, a teapot and two cups of tea. I couldn't drink anything at this time, I was too scared.

With my hands shaking, I pour the tea into the cups when the kettle comes to the boil. I put everything onto a tray and bring it into the living room, placing it beside John's chair.

Sherlock comes out in a jacket and nods approvingly at me. I nod back, understanding what to do as he picks up his violin and bow and starts to play Bach's Sonata No. 1 in G Minor. After a while, I hear the stairs downstairs noisily creek, and Sherlock stops his playing abruptly.

He looks over at me, with concern in his eyes. My hands start to shake heavily but I nod at him, and he continues to play. A few seconds later, the door creaks open to reveal Jim coming through. I whimper quietly, but he doesn't notice.

Sherlock stops his playing but doesn't turn around.

"Most people knock. But then again you're not most people I suppose." He shrugs and gestures to the tea on the chair over his shoulder with his bow. "Kettles just boiled."

He walks further into the room, oblivious to my presence. He bends over and picks up an apple, and leans over to sit in Sherlock's chair. "Johann Sebastian would be appalled." He said, and he finally turned around to meet my eyes. He smiles maniacally, and I feel my heart pound faster.

"Hello, dear. Did you miss me?" He said emotionlessly, still looking at me with dead, cold eyes. I couldn't respond, my breath hitched in my throat. "What's the matter dear? Cat got your tongue?" He teased, and Sherlock cleared his throat, walking over to the chair opposite to him and sitting down.